From Now On

Every year from now on

I will wait until all the leaves turn

Wait until they burn

Wait until I see my brother give me a look

That reminds me

If the truth can be told, I might go home

Could I offer to my son or

My daughter that day

Everything that I know?

What will I know?

And if I can still be honest?

When the sun sets late

In the way it does at the end

Of the summertime

Summertime is a mess

For those of us who know it

October is closer

Than any one of us can admit

If every song from now on is about you

Every song, every song from now on

I can play on and on

I can play you on and on and on

And on until I am out of breath

If you are waiting at the rest

When my cadence grows impatient

Every summer's end

Basia Bulat: Vocals, Piano.